The last day of 2013. Do I look back on the year (i.e. reflect)? Do I solemnly promise something for 2014 (i.e make plans)? For whatever reason, neither idea made it past morning coffee. Instead, a walk to the far end of the marina parking lot to search for immaterial treasures. Sitting quietly on a rock ledge that extends out from a mound of concrete rubble and brush, I gathered these New Year’s Eve contemplations…a stone’s throw from the sea.